We shared a pizza, we shared everything and it all shared us.

We are feeling swell, fine, splendid, bubbly, super and strong.

The vote was taken, but we had no idea what for.

All this as we were walking out the door.

Tweet. The sound of a bird in a children’s novel.

Face. Something we look at when we talk with someone.

Oh, so you think you know what I’m talking about?

You think you made book?

Just a little detour.

A tribute to fuzziness and hazy hare-brained schemes.

They lit a fire, roasted carrots and pretzels, and sang old long-remembered folk songs with simple lyrics.

Visitors from across the land-masses and river beds, found this twee, cute and “ethnic”. Very “real”.

The National Association of Free-Form Culture-Seeding gained two hundred or so new members that night.

Do please. Yes. Oh…better!

Silly moon, sane-busting sun, cool curry and hot gelato.

Some vacations and trips let you decide what you want, others are pre-planned and condemn the participants to play gladiator games from dawn to dusk.

We are pleased to announce that you have booked the best choice and nothing is compulsory.

Rejuvenation starts at 6 AM sharp!

Big screen. Large letters. Giant faces.

It was romantic and at the same time gave guidance to the world of tall trees, wild promises and honored dreams.

They served a side salad of drama with every portion.

People laughed, then sighed and they went home reeling with sheer delight.

Clearly not a government project.